[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
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Seraphine's mind screamed even as her body was on cloud nine.
She had known this was coming the moment he shattered the shackles and carried her back to the throne. She had felt the madness in his golden eyes, the same wild, unraveling light that had sung those broken songs while her corpses cooled on the floor. And still… still… she had let him spread her open.
She had just promised herself that she would not refuse him anything, after all.
That said, while she wouldn't outright refuse, trying to persuade him with reason wasn't off the table.
"Ashen — wait —" Her voice cracked, a bit too desperate for her liking. "My Concept… it's Chastity. You know what that means. If you take it… if you break it… I lose everything. My powers, my concepts, all of it. I'll be… I'll be nothing but —"
"Oh, come on, baby! You were so desperate to die seconds ago. Why would your powers matter now? Hah, women~ Stop being so contradictory!"
Even amid his rant, he drove into her again, more slowly this time, sinking to the hilt in one long stroke that forced the air from her lungs.
She felt stretched to the limit, obscenely full. And without her conscious thoughts, her thighs moved like traitorous, greedy things and clamped tight around his hips as if they had been waiting centuries for this.
"Heeh, why are those sweet thighs clamping so hard around my sides, hm?" His voice tried to play innocent, but it could never. Not when it was laced with that terrible, laughing madness.
"Eugnn!!"
He rolled his hips once, grinding deep, and the wet sound of it made her face burn. "How cute. Mouth saying stop, but you're sucking me in like you're starving."
She tried to shove at his chest in retaliation, but her hands only slid up and locked behind his neck, fingers digging in as if he might vanish. "I — I hate what you're doing to me," she hissed, even while her back arched and a broken moan interrupted her little white lie. "You're going to ruin me —"
"Oh no… what am I gonna do?" PLAP PLAP "On top of hating me, my dear nun is hating what I'm doing~" PLAP PLAP.
And 'ruin' here was more literal than it usually was during these kinds of plays. Mana seeped out of her in shimmering threads, visibly now, spiraling away from her core like silver smoke.
She felt it leaving; then felt the Concept of Chastity itself… the pure white lattice that had defined her for three centuries… fraying at the edges of her soul, thread by thread. Each thrust freed another strand, and each wet slap of skin on skin erased another piece of what she had been.
And she could only helplessly enjoy it.
Ashen laughed happily through it. He leaned against her throat, buried his face there, and bit down just hard enough to sting.
"Just give it up, baby…" He pulled back until only the head remained, then slammed home again, harder. "From now on, you will serve as my stress relief. Whenever I get mad—" thrust "—you spread your legs for me." thrust. "Whenever I get stuck on something and get frustrated—" thrust "—you spread your legs for me." He angled his hips, dragging over that spot inside her that made her vision spark white. "Whenever I feel lustful… you guessed it. You spread your legs for me~!"
"Ahh…ahn….nahaah….oh…"
She cried out, nails raking down his back. "Ashen — please — ahh —!" The word please melted into a moan whenever it tried to leave her throat.
Suddenly, he slowed, setting a suspiciously gentle pace. Still, Seraphine felt that nothing gentle was coming when one large hand slid under her ass, lifting her just enough to change the angle so every stroke kissed that same spot that made her go crazy.
Simultaneously, his thumb found her clit and circled with infuriating patience while his cock continued its rigorous rhythm.
Harsh words, soft touch. Madness in his grin, devotion in the way he watched her face like it was the only thing keeping him sane. Seraphine saw it all and felt it all.
Halfway through, she completely surrendered her half-baked attempts at making him stop and held onto him earnestly, even angling herself to make it easier for him to have his way with her.
Like a possessed man, he kept thrusting with the same rhythm over and over, and it only made her mind plunge into a sea of ecstasy that deepened with time.
By the third hour, a corner of her mind wondered how she had allowed herself to live without this kind of pleasure until now.
Power? Responsibility? Pride? What were those? She had been an utter fool to cling to such things and neglect this wonderful organ that was her man's cock.
What she didn't know was that sex was never supposed to feel this heavenly. Somatic Autonomy had hit Zenith long ago, and it made Ashen handle her body like a maestro conducting a symphony.
But that was only half the equation; being a magician, apparently, was not a title bound to any single field. It conducted itself with wonders in bed as well.
So it was no wonder that every part of her body had become an erogenous zone, while her pussy had started feeling like a tool to ascend her to paradise.
That in itself wouldn't have driven her crazy; it was the consistency of it that broke her sanity. Whatever he was doing, it did not allow her body to exhaust. Even her mind felt like it was in a relaxed dream whenever it got too overwhelmed, but his punishing cock didn't take long to return with full intensity the moment she breathed long enough to relax.
By the sixth hour, Seraphine had belatedly found herself on the floor, with Ashen right on top of her, his torso completely engulfing her. His thrusts never stopped, so she knew he wasn't done with her yet, and from the way his fangs sank into her neck, it was clear that he was satisfying more than one craving.
Despite his clearly unhinged behavior, she realized he hadn't hurt her through any of it. That was… if being mated on the floor like some wild animal didn't count toward that.
But she could hardly blame him when her own arched legs never deigned to let go of him either.
Finally, he released her neck. "Ohhh… your blood is as mind-blowing as always. But above taste, it's also proof of how much I love you~"
"Uh… ah… oh… mmn…" Seraphine didn't know how to react to this crazy version of him, so she was content to moan like a broken doll.
Sadly for her, Ashen didn't share her thinking. "I've decided… from now on… this will be your new job, so…"
"Say it~" he crooned, voice playful, eyes glittering with that devil-may-care fever. He nipped her earlobe, then kissed the sting away. "You are my stress relief tool. You are my cock sleeve~ C'mon, Sera. Say it for me."
Her half-lidded eyes met his, though her mouth didn't move. Her legs hooked tighter around him instead, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper.
"Hngg ♡"
Her hips rolled up to meet every thrust now, chasing the pleasure even as tears slipped down her temples. The Concept was gone. She had felt the last latticework of Chastity dissolve like sugar in rain hours ago. Her mana was nil, she was completely mortal.
But this mortal body could do what her Concept-bound one never could. Sing for him and simply be.
Ashen chuckled against her mouth, the sound half-laugh, half-groan. He kissed her deeply, tongue messily stroking hers in time with his cock while his hands gentled again, one cradling the back of her head so she wouldn't knock it against the cold floor, the other sliding between them to cup her breasts.
He was wrecking her and worshipping her in the same breath, and it only made her sink deeper into this new addiction.
She let out a broken sob of laughter that turned into a whine as he dug in deeper and held there, hips rolling slowly until he came in her once more.
"I — I hate you — ahn —!" The words had long since become their own private contradiction, meaning the opposite of what they claimed.
He grinned in a completely insane manner, but it had strangely started to feel just bright to her perception. "Liar." A softer kiss. "Say it, baby. Let me hear it or I'm not letting you goo~"
'Do I want you to let me go?' She almost rolled her eyes, but pleasure crested higher, drowning her thoughts. Her vision blurred, and only the slap of his hips against hers and the wet sounds remained.
and when her reason stopped... "I'm… I'm your stress relief tool — ahn —" The words spilled out, delirious and almost euphoric, like she had arrived at the ultimate revelation. "I'm your cock sleeve~ ahn —!"
"That's my girl." He rewarded her with a brutal set of thrusts that cemented her claim, then gentled again, kissing down her throat, sucking marks into her skin that healed almost as fast as he made them. "Again. Louder."
"I'm your stress tool — ahh —! I'm your cock sleeve —!" Her thighs clamped harder while her heels lifted instinctively from the floor, leaving only her toes touching the ground as yet another orgasm hit her overfrayed mind.
She clenched around him, body convulsing to chase even the crumbs of pleasure.
He followed her over the edge with a ragged groan that sounded almost relieved, burying himself to the hilt and spilling the thick cum, hips stuttering. Even then, his hands stayed soft, one stroking her hair, the other cradling her hip like she was made of glass.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the distant echo of the room.
Ashen pressed his forehead to hers, eyes half-lidded, that mad smile never leaving the corners of his mouth. "Good girl," he whispered, voice soft now, almost shy. "My excellent little stress relief."
The ruined woman only tightened her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder so he wouldn't see her smile.
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From that day on, Seraphine's routine changed completely.
She abandoned the books and all her hobbies in favor of studying the new state of mind Ashen had entered, and she discovered that many things had completely changed.
First, the obvious. He became more careless, and his temper fluctuated wildly. Last time, she had seen him cleave the eyes of a servant simply because he looked at her the wrong way. And he did it with an innocent smile.
She also noticed that he stopped taking many things seriously. Even when he encountered setbacks, he only shrugged and moved on, as if it wasn't him who had wasted months, sometimes years, of progress.
Lastly, of course, was his libido. Or more precisely, the way he relieved stress. That was where she came in. Whenever he felt like it, he took her, and wherever she was and whatever she was doing, if he came with that particular glint of madness in his eyes, she had to bend over.
…Just like a real cock sleeve.
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[Seraphine (NSFW) IMAGE] Seriously, don't open at work.